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My tutor never took his eyes off Tatyana Ivanovna 's face, and frequently heaved deep sighs.... At the time I did not understand those sighs, and did not try to fathom their significance; now they explain a great deal to me. When the shadows merged into one thick mass of shade, the bailiff Fyodor would come in from shooting or from the field.
She scolded them a bit and returned to her former place on the couch. Her every movement betrayed great excitement. Tatyana Grigoryevna Zarubkin was one of the most looked-up to ladies of the S Regiment and even of the whole town of Chmyrsk, where the regiment was quartered. To be sure, you hardly could say that, outside the regiment, the town could boast any ladies at all.
TATYÁNA stands before the mirror putting on a kerchief; AFÓNYA is lying on the stove-couch; LUKÉRYA comes in with a figured table-cloth. LUKÉRYA. There, Tánya, I've borrowed a cloth from the neighbor to cover our table. TATYÁNA. Have you started the samovar? LUKÉRYA. Long ago; it'll boil soon. Well, you see it's just as I told you; that kerchief is much more becoming to you.
Onyegin was interesting because he was not in love at all, and Tatyana was fascinating because she was so much in love; but if they had been equally in love with each other and had been happy, they would perhaps have seemed dull. "Leave off declaring that you love me," Nadya went on writing, thinking of Gorny. "I cannot believe it.
“Didn’t go off with Onyegin? Surely you don’t ... understand that already?” “Why, you seem to take me for little Smurov,” said Kolya, with a grin of irritation. “But please don’t suppose I am such a revolutionist. I often disagree with Mr. Rakitin. Though I mention Tatyana, I am not at all for the emancipation of women. I acknowledge that women are a subject race and must obey.
Stepan, combing his tangled beard, asked the mother solicitously how to find her in the city. To-day the peasant's face seemed more finished to her. While they drank tea he remarked, smiling: "How wonderfully things happen!" "What?" asked Tatyana. "Why, this acquaintance so simply." The mother said thoughtfully, but confidently: "In this affair there's a marvelous simplicity in everything."
Do you remember the linden walk? Do you remember how, after supper, while mother slept, we used to sit on the terrace? Do you recall the narrow ribbon? BABÁYEV. With which you tied my hands. Yes, I remember absolutely everything. BABÁYEV. Just that you, my precious, are now entirely different; you have met me so coldly. TATYÁNA. Ah, Valentin Pávlich!
She's leaving, brother! The cry of TATYÁNA is heard: "Let me go!" I've killed her. AFÓNYA. Serves her right. ULYÁNA. Ah, my dear! What will happen to you now? ARKHÍP. Where is he? Who gave you the right? Is she guilty only towards you? First of all, she is guilty before God; and you, a proud and willful man, have taken it upon yourself to judge?
Another year, and his toil began to show its fruit. A third year was beginning. An uncle, who happened to be a cousin of Kapitolina Markovna, and had been recently staying with her, paid them a visit. He brought Litvinov a great deal of news about Tatyana. The next day, after his departure, Litvinov sent her a letter, the first since their separation.
"Sit down at the table," Tatyana invited her. At supper, Pyotr, who had been subdued by the talk of the mother and appeared to be at a loss, began to speak again with animation: "Mother, you ought to get out of here as soon as possible, to escape notice. Go to the next station, not to the city hire the post horses." "Why? I'm going to see her off!" said Stepan. "You mustn't.
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